The One-Stop, One-Click Vacation

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The egg crisp and country ham; above, experience the joy of shouting "Pull!"

I'm not a gun guy, but I loved blasting skeet on Blackberry Farm's private shooting range. I loved lunching on buttermilk fried chicken beneath a pondside gazebo. And I loved the staff, who would be totally excited to build you a fire in your room at 1 a.m. even though you're running the A/C, too. (So I've heard.) But what I loved most about disappearing behind the rolling white fences of this luxe lodge/horse farm/sportsman's paradise were, um, the golf carts. Drive yours to the barnlike dining room for chef Joseph Lenn's "foothills cuisine" (grown almost entirely on the farm's 4,200 acres), then take it on a bourbon-fueled 15-mph joyride through the hollows of the Smoky Mountain landscape.—Brendan Vaughn